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Return of Masculinity - Stories from a Male Future

Story #02: Compensation

In less than a year, Jeremy Kleins life had been turned upside down. Last year he was still on the board of directors of a large company. He lived with his husband Alejandro in a beautiful house and they were about to adopt a child. Today Jeremy lives alone in a small apartment in a problem area. After President Powers and his movement came to power, Jeremy and Alejandro’s marriage was annulled. As a result, Alejandro lost his residency permit and was deported back to Mexico. As someone who had been living in an "immoral fag union", as the new regime was now fond of calling gay marriage, he was among the first to receive a fag ID without further verification. As awful as this was, Jeremy was glad it went so smoothly for him. He had heard from other gays who weren't married that the whole process of determining if they were given "fag status" was sheer harassment. Endless interrogations, forced physical examinations, physical and psychological violence. This all seemed to be part of the methods of the SOF, the "task force for Stamp Out Faggotory from society". Jeremy didn't have to endure this. He even continued to be employed by his company. Although in a completely different position and for a pittance. Yes, it was hard for Jeremy. There were days when he wondered why he should go on living at all. But deep inside him there was still hope that the situation would improve again. Little did he know it was about to get worse…

Date: 08/28/2031

Jeremy walked slowly out of the law firm, heart pounding. In his hands he held a letter he had received 6 weeks ago. The letter came from the SOF office. Jeremy just couldn't believe the contents of that letter were serious. It was a request for damages for Ted Miller and Bud Lechter. Jeremy has been accused of using the old regime to sentence the two men to unjust prison terms.

"Unjustified," thought Jeremy.

It was about 5 years ago. At that time, Jeremy and Alejandro were homophobically insulted and beaten up by the two during a date. Jeremy's body still trembled when he thought back to that horrible day. It was a satisfaction at the time when the two were convicted for what they had done to them. But under Powers' new order, people like Ted and Bud were redeemed. It had taken Jeremy 6 weeks to even find a lawyer willing to handle a fag case. And of course he let himself be charged for it. Jeremy was already in the doldrums financially, but now that he had to pay the lawyer up front, he was completely broke. And all this to hear the following words:

"No, there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. The claims are in accordance with applicable law. I have to admit I'm a bit surprised that a faggot would have the audacity to appeal the claims after the lives of 2 honest men were ruined for more than 4 years.”

The attorney handed the letter back to Jeremy and gave him a disgusted look. Jeremy was very pale. He would have liked a sip of water, or preferably alcohol. But of course the lawyer hadn't offered him anything.

"Well if you'll excuse me then. I still have a few real cases to take care of.”

Jeremy was so shocked that he left without a word.

Even if he wanted to, he didn't have the money to even come close to paying the first sum for damages in the proposed monthly amount. The SOF letter also provided a detailed explanation of what happened in this case: If he cannot pay the first monthly installment or cannot pay the full amount, he must compensate the injured persons with accommodation and meals if the injured person accept. If this is not accepted by the injured persons or is not possible for other reasons, the SOF will decide on possible penalties at its own discretion.

The deadline for the first payment was 5 days ago.

When Jeremy got home he burst into tears. For the first time since the revolution, he was really scared. He missed Alejandro. But he had lost contact with him shortly after his expulsion. Jeremy crawled into his bed and cried miserably until he fell asleep.

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Jeremy almost fell out of bed when he was awakened from sleep. It banged hard on his apartment door.

"I REPEAT! OPEN UP FAGGOT! OTHERWISE I WILL KICK THE DOOR IN!”

Still half asleep, Jeremy staggered to the door. Trembling, he opened it. In front of him were 2 SOF officers in their signature black and white uniform.

"Well, that's about time," said one of the SOFs.

"I am correct in assuming that you received the letter for the compensation payment concerning Mr. Lechter and Mr. Miller?" he now wanted to know.

Jeremy stuttered.

"ANSWER NOW!" the SOF officer said harshly, pointing his pistol right in Jeremy's forehead.

"Yes, Sir! I have received that letter."

"So it speaks our language after all" laughed the other SOF.

"And am I correct in assuming that you failed to make the first payment?"

"YES Sir, that's right Sir."

"Good. Our job is to inform you that Mr. Lechter and Mr. Miller accept the accommodation solution in exchange for the first monthly payment.”

Jeremy was getting sick.

"Go in with you!" commanded the aggressive SOF. Jeremy went into the apartment and led the SOFs into the kitchen. The two were followed by Ted Miller and Bud Lechter. They both grinned in anticipation.

"Here, take it!" the SOF said, handing Jeremy a letter with Ted and Bud confirming they would accept Jeremy's place as housing until the next payment was due.

"Then everything is settled. Mr. Mill, Mr. Bud, if the fag causes any trouble, don't hesitate to contact the SOF.”

"Don't worry we'll make sure the fag obeys." Ted replied.

The two officers said goodbye. Ted and Bud began investigating Jeremy's apartment. Jeremy was petrified with fear. That had to be a nightmare! There was no way this was the reality. But it was reality.

"Nice little apartment you got there, faggy," Bud said.

After a moment of silence, he kicked Jeremy's legs away. Jeremy fell and doubled over.

"I just complimented you and you didn't even say thank you? We'll teach you some manners."

"T...thank you, Sir."

"A bit late, don't you think? Go sit in the closet back there. Quick!” Bud ordered.

Fearing more blows, Jeremy did as he was told.

"So and I don't want to hear a peep! I don't want to see your fag face or hear your fag voice for the rest of the day!” Bud said and then locked the closet.

Jeremy cowered in fear. For the next few hours he tried to hear what the two horrible men were doing in his apartment. He believed they had left the apartment shortly after. Eventually Jeremy was too tired and just tried to fall asleep.

Date: 08/29/2031

"Please let me out!" Jeremy called desperately and knocked on the closet door with his last strength.

"SHUT UP!" one of the men yelled back.

"Please...I'm hungry and need to go to the bathroom!" Jeremy cried.

"SHUT UP! WE WANT TO SLEEP!“

Jeremy continued to cry silently, unable to help himself any longer, peeing his pants.

By now he had completely lost his sense of time. He didn't know how long he had been locked in this closet when it was finally opened.

"Good morning, fag. Time to make breakfast,” Bud said.

"Wait a minute... Ted come over here and check this out!"

Ted came over. Both stood naked in front of Jeremy and laughed at him maliciously.

"The little pig pissed all over himself!"

"Dude how sick!"

Ted and Bud grabbed Jeremy and dragged him to the bathroom. He was forced to take off his clothes and take a cold shower in front of them. When Jeremy reached for the bottle of shower gel, they took it away from him.

"You do not need that. Hold out your hands!” Bud ordered.

Jeremy did what was asked. Then Bud spat on his palm. Out of reflex, Jeremy shook off the spit. Neither of them liked that at all. Bud picked up a belt and punched Jeremy several times.

"You dare throw my spit away?"

"I'm sorry Sir! I'll never do it again.” he whined.

After a few more punches, Bud was exhausted. The two now stood next to Jeremy and spat all over his body.

"Now lather up with that," Ted said, laughing.

Trembling and humiliated, Jeremy did as he was asked. After this "shower", he asked his two tormentors if he could at least brush his teeth.

"Did you hear that? Dental hygiene is probably very important to him.”

"Okay, we'll help you with that. Kneel down."

Jeremy didn't know what kind of bad action they had planned. He waited while Ted and Bud started brushing their own teeth.

"Open your mouth!" Ted ordered.

Jeremy hesitated.

"Shall I get the belt?"

Jeremy opened his mouth wide. The two took turns spitting the used toothpaste straight out of their mouths into Jeremy's open mouth.

"Rinse your mouth with that now." Ted ordered.

Jeremy spread the mixture of spit and toothpaste between his teeth.

"And now swallow!"

Jeremy tried but was so disgusted that he gagged and spat it all out in front of him. He quickly regretted it

"I can't believe it! What a bastard you are!”

*PUNCH*

Both Ted and Bud were now beating him with their belts.

"Now we'll show you what a hate crime really looks like!"

Jeremy writhed in pain. The two really knew no more mercy.

"Too bad your Mexican cocksucker isn't here to see this!" laughed Bud.

It seemed like an eternity until the beating finally stopped.

"Clean up here quickly and then you'll make us breakfast!" Ted ordered before he and Bud left the bathroom.

Jeremy could barely stand up. Now his life was truly hell. He now wishes he had been arrested by the SOF instead of having these two living with him. And he had no idea how much longer they were going to stay with him...